<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:40:45.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am lucky!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-7318307072945566047</id><published>2008-06-08T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:16:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last movie seen in a theatre:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horton Hears a Who. A fantastic animation movie. A must-watch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Favorite board game:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROM! :) I am very famous for my skills at this game. One of my friends even calls me as the ECCP (Emerging Champion Carom Player) muhahahaha…. What’s the spelling of carom? ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite magazine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business World and Reader’s digest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite smells:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sunflowers-Elizabeth Arden. My favorite perfume.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sound:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound of chimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst feeling in the world:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Do visit my previous post to know about it. That was the last and the worst feeling in the world for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s a weekday, I crib about going to work. And if it is a weekend, I I’ll crib about the fact that I have to go to work for the approaching 5 full days. So ultimately, it is only 1 reason! : P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite fast food place:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless and until there is FOOD in that place, any place is favorite for me. : P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future child’s name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have never thought about it. If I come to a conclusion, I shall put it down here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to every place in this world :). If possible, will try to visit the other planets too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drive fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSS………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storms - Cool or Scary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burgundy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai, Bombay. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sports to watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis, Football, Cricket (Note: only 20-20)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually 2 people wanted me to complete this tag. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ravi: A very calm and composed guy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sanjeev: Popular for his intelligence. And of course he is a STAR. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s under your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old books.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Why not!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning person or night owl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over easy or sunny side up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don’t understand this question. So I am skipping it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite place to relax:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you people mind if I say, it is my cubicle at office?? :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite pie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple pie. (That’s the only one I’ve tasted so far ;) )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You pass this tag to –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari , Annamalai &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Swathi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari will complete this post tonight. Only on that condition I am passing this tag to him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-7318307072945566047?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7318307072945566047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=7318307072945566047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/7318307072945566047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/7318307072945566047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again!'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-3916586481095208308</id><published>2007-12-16T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T07:48:17.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perils of Copying!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: All the incidents in this post are completely imaginary and any character resembling any living legend is highly coincidental. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;To make the post more interesting, I am playing the role of the copy cat ;-)&lt;br /&gt;People who know about this incident are going to kill me for the previous line. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should admit that I am an amateur in copying during exams. There is a wonderful incident that took place when I was in the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; semester. We had a very boring and theoretical subject, System Software. Eventually, we had our first unit test. I had the jitters about the test as I had not prepared even a single word. My best friend advised me not to get so het up about it, and it is after all a unit test. She promised that she ll help me face the test by letting me copy from her (as if she had slogged like crazy by preparing for 18 hrs continuously for the test. the fact is, she had the book fully open on her lap.. I should really appreciate her for the guts..)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The teacher made an announcement.. “The test starts now and you have exactly 40 mins to complete the paper”.&lt;br /&gt;This is when the copy game started. My friend showed me her full paper generously. I got so tensed, that I started sweating profusely. For every 1 word I copied from her, I ll search for my teacher to see if she is anywhere close to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t even hold my pen properly because my hands were drenched with sweat. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I was afraid that the others could hear my heart beat.. (:P) anyways, I had all the feelings that a thief will have when he steals for the first time. Successfully I finished copying one 2 mark from her and I was totally exhausted by then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then this hallow suddenly appeared behind my head from nowhere and an inner voice told me that I am holier-than-thou :-D , hence I decided to write the rest of the &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;answers on my own (by recollecting whatever my&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ma’am taught us during class..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started thinking hard, scratching my head (people around me would have got an impression that I had a severe dandruff problem, cos most of the time I was scratching only.. :D) . I filled the answer sheet with all the possible stories. Managed to fill in 2 additional sheets. The 40 minutes seemed to be like 4 years to me. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Alas.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. My teacher announced that it was time for us to submit the paper!! Phew…... it was all over. I tied the sheets and submitted it on the table and I was the first to come out of the hall.. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was very happy that I had come out of the hall spot-free. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waiting for the result, is any day much painful than taking up the test. I was praying to every single god that I should clear the test. The much awaited day came finally. My teacher entered our class with the bundle of answer sheets with a skuzzy look. Every time she looked at the girls’ side, I felt as though she was accusing me for copying that one 2-mark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were already very anxious people sitting in the front row who were trying to look into the marks stealthily. My teacher had arranged the sheets in attendance order and it was my bad luck that I was one among the last few in the attendance list. The long wait was testing my patience. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My teacher finally read out my roll number&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma’am: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Roll no :111 (the roll number signifies a lot.. Naamam!!! :D )&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: (went to the dais)&lt;br /&gt;Ma’am: Roll no 111 and 112 total copy&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: ma’am… errrr. Umm(I wanted to say, “Ma’am u ve not read the paper properly ”)&lt;br /&gt;Ma’am: Now read out your answer to the class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was already very very embarrassed.. and I couldn’t imagine that I ll be the laughing stock if all my other friends(experts in copying) realized that I was caught for copying.&lt;br /&gt;In order to hide my embarrassment, and wanting to prove that my teacher was wrong, I went through both our answers. My total bad luck, my teacher was talking about the first 2-mark that I had copied. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer in my paper was something like this “… a 16-&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;software&lt;/span&gt; register, which is written into the nonvolatile &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt; “&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the Saturn in me (wanting to punish me) saw the word &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (in stead of saying “No ma’am, &lt;b style=""&gt;it is different&lt;/b&gt; (as if I were campaigning for the Maggi sauce :D ) I said………………………………………………&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;NO MA’AM…. IT IS A &lt;u&gt;BIT&lt;/u&gt; DIFFERENT&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There was a silence in the entire class which was ephemeral and it was followed by a roar of laughter.. My teacher herself started laughing for the dumbest statement she had ever heard from any student. She was rather surprised because she thought that I admitted that I had copied. I turned pink in embarrassment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Copying is an artifice and I realized that I can never master it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-3916586481095208308?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3916586481095208308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=3916586481095208308' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/3916586481095208308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/3916586481095208308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/12/perils-of-copying-disclaimer-all_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-2714033554926867255</id><published>2007-12-16T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:58:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Back :)</title><content type='html'>hi all..&lt;br /&gt;After 5  months of hibernation, i am back to bug you all...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! C u all with my next post... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-2714033554926867255?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2714033554926867255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=2714033554926867255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/2714033554926867255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/2714033554926867255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-back.html' title='Am Back :)'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-5947369008585153213</id><published>2007-07-25T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:40:36.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ‘CAR’es???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was my 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; class in car driving. And there is 0 improvement from day 1.&lt;br /&gt;There is this particular trainer, who claims to be an MBA graduate, has a very very tough time to teach me and my friend. You must see the passengers in the car when we drive.. They are Kodak moments and the expressions on their face are just priceless. :D&lt;br /&gt;I ll never miss to see their expressions from the rear view mirror.. (Guess this is the reason for all the chaos).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is another trainer, who just hates if we talk when we sit at the back seat. My friend and I love to pass comments in sotto voce about how the others drive :P Now come on.. How long can we sit mum when another amateur driver drives...?? phew.. Those are breathtaking moments :-P and I wonder how those trainers don get a heart attack.. :P&lt;br /&gt;When I was driving, this trainer suddenly shook his index finger. I was already confused about gear changing, clutch, brake, accelerator.. and was dead scared at this particular trainer. I was wondering if I had missed to learn any particular signal.. then he said in his reedy voice "go straight".. hee hee.. does moving your index finger once to left and once to right means “go straight”? Strange signal! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day before yesterday, when I was driving in the tortuous old and narrow streets, I was about to bump the ramshackle old car on a huge tree (just like our very own kollywood heroines :-D ) I must surely appreciate the presence of mind and the promptness of the (MBA) trainer. He applied the brake :-D.We take the same route every day, so all the joggers and walkers are very familiar to us and vice versa. The moment they see us, they ll either stop until we pass by or start walking on the pavement. They ll react as if we are some big dhaadhas!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Andha bayam irukattum !!! :-D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The trainer, who claims to be an MBA graduate, doesn’t know English.. and there is this batch mate of mine who knows only English. She was driving in the 4 th gear and there was a big truck going in front of us. As the trainer doesn’t have control over the accelerator, he said “Accelerator udunga ma”. The poor gal, thought he was asking her to press the accelerator and pressed it further.. the car went&lt;br /&gt;zoooooooooooooooooooooommmmm…&lt;br /&gt;the poor trainer was very frantic and didn’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Then I rescued her and all of us ;-) by saying that “ ‘accelerator udunga ma’ means, release the accelerator” hee hee.. then she understood and released the accelerator!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 'index finger' trainer has already had enough with us, so he forced the 'MBA' trainer to teach us today :-P A software professional is also learning in the same institute. Unfortunately, he came with us.. he got soooo scared at the way my friend was driving, that he pleaded her to stop the car (he said that it was getting late for him and he had to go to office :-D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are having a whale of a time..So.. Dudes and dudettes.. join us to experience the same!! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmm... Who wants to go for a ride in my car??! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-5947369008585153213?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5947369008585153213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=5947369008585153213' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/5947369008585153213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/5947369008585153213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-cares.html' title='Who ‘CAR’es???'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-5578636508324281664</id><published>2007-07-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:08:41.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo-Pods</title><content type='html'>This particular post is dedicated to all the GGs (Gadget Gurus). I recently read in a local newspaper that a new gadget called the “Mo-Pod” has been introduced in the market. Very few places in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; though.. These Mo-Pods resemble our usual key chains and can be attached to belts, clothing and of course to our mobiles. Now what does this Mo-Pod really do and what does it look like? They are actually dome shaped articles that encapsulate little characters like pups, kittens, penguins, hens, etc. So when attached to our mobile phone, and if there is an incoming call or message, this character, will swirl and flash in different colors. This is how they look like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A83F5D54Gq4/RpeU7Kov3HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pte9bkQIPKc/s1600-h/278416-B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A83F5D54Gq4/RpeU7Kov3HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pte9bkQIPKc/s320/278416-B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086698048326720626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:420pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ADMINI~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\07\clip_image001.jpg" title="278416-B"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One of the users of this Mo-Pod had commented that “This gadget is very useful when we keep our phone in the silent mode”. Now this statement intrigued me a lot. What is the purpose of keeping the phone in silent mode? Obviously we mean not to disturb or distract our neighbors .If a pup flashes in different colors, dances and wags it tail, do you really think that it serves the purpose of keeping your phone in the silent mode?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next important thing.. Cost? These funny, cute little things cost around Rs.450..!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O tush!! I prefer keeping my mobile in the loud mode!!! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-5578636508324281664?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5578636508324281664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=5578636508324281664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/5578636508324281664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/5578636508324281664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/07/mo-pods.html' title='Mo-Pods'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A83F5D54Gq4/RpeU7Kov3HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pte9bkQIPKc/s72-c/278416-B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-4539976233864027699</id><published>2007-07-11T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:10:29.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is jobless??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Time: 5.30 P.M IST&lt;/b&gt;. Flash news in Headlines Today “Bipasha Basu and Christiano Ronaldo found kissing in a club”. The news-caster proudly says that Ronaldo has always been a fan of Bolywood and says that the bolywood bombshell was showered with praises by ronaldo and that she was absolutely flattered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Note&lt;/b&gt;: Headlines today was the only news channel which covered ash-abhi wedding on april 20 th (from dawn to dusk)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, the most interesting part is, I forwarded the same message to 10 of my friends and I was very sure that I ll get at least 5 replies (and my calculation was almost precise)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those 6 people were very curious..(More curious than John Abraham :-P)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The different replies that I got were&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What      crap. What happened to John?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Club??      When??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Recently      I saw this coffee with karan show where both bips and john were guests. What      happened??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;She is      such a… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She did all this when she      had gone to announce that taj is still a wonder???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ronaldo??      I thought he was a sensible guy..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;This      is the best reply..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;          (i) hey seriously or mokka message?? How did she get to know him? He does not&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;even know  English!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;(ii) What the hell?? What did john have to say about this?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, Who is jobless?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Headlines      today? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Bipasha      Basu?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Christiano      Ronaldo?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Those      6 people who sent me replies the moment the message was delivered?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;hmmm..      Me???( for watching headlines today, for wasting 10 free messages and last      but not the least.. for writing this pawky post ;) )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;or..      you??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for reading this post.. ;-) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-4539976233864027699?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4539976233864027699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=4539976233864027699' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/4539976233864027699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/4539976233864027699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-is-jobless.html' title='Who is jobless??'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-3440547378479406464</id><published>2007-07-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:56:00.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of lies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;-An in depth analysis &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:-P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The word “lie” is a descendant of the German word “leogan”. A &lt;span style=""&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt; is a type of deception in the form of an untruthful statement made to someone else with the intention to deceive. &lt;span style=""&gt;To lie&lt;/span&gt; is to state something one believes to be false with the intention that it be taken for the truth by someone else. Lets get back to the topic! Types of lies?? I am sure that all of us would have heard the song “Ra ra Ramaiah” from the blockbuster rajinikanth movie “batsha”.. My favorite line in this song is “yettu yetta manisha vaazhka pirichiko.. adhil nee endha ettil ippo iruke nenachiko!!”. What does this line have to do with my post?? Any guesses?? Bulls eye!! Am gonna classify the lies age wise!! ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s get started..!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;0-8 yrs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now lets spare the new-born babies.. They are the only uncorrupted souls in the planet. Consider this example. All kids, have the habit of eating, biting whatever they see on the floor. Eventually, they get to use chalk piece. They get so fascinated by its appearance, that they start eating it .. the kid’s parents would have already been warned by the docs that if the kid eats anymore chalk pieces, its stomach will become the humble abode of all the “poochis”. :-P the kid still doesn’t stop eating it and when the parent asks “what happened to the box full of chalk pieces I got u last week??”. The kid says “Mommy, I swear I din eat them. Kartik took them all!”.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. it’s a very simple lie. But it all starts from here ;-)&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve tried this trick many times! ;-) &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;8-16 yrs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Propensity to lie varies greatly between children. We see cheating and lying in our schools, as little humans cheat off each other's tests, use plagiarism on their reports and a lie to the teacher about their homework being eaten by their dog. Their dog on the other hand would never lie; a much gentler species. So children in this age group would lie at the max about their scores in exam, homework. Another common example.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: what happened to your exam results??&lt;br /&gt;Child&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;: hmmm… I haven’t received them as yet! (Pacha poi! Flunked miserably)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;16-24 yrs: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the post adolescence period. And 2 important things happen here. 1. Cupid’s arrows strike most of them and 2. Career.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy enters college, and is being asked about his girlfriend.. the fantastic lie he says is,&lt;br /&gt;” For the past 2 years, I’ve never looked at a television, nor computer, my whole concentration has been devoted to studies. Girl friends?? Who needs them??”&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to career, we try to please people by lying in a smooth discourse and hence will remain unnoticed. We might hate our team leader from the bottom of our hearts, but end up saying that&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;X (says): Sir, I am so lucky to have you as my boss. You are my guide and god father!&lt;br /&gt;X ( thinks): somebody pls save me from this Hitler and take me away from this grotty place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;24-32 yrs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the period when most of us jump into the matrimonial well.. Consider an arranged marriage.. am sure, a book has to be maintained on the lies that are uttered. Lies like, “I ve never been committed before”, “I ve never met anyone who is as intelligent as you are”. All these silly lies, just to impress a person who is a complete stranger!&lt;br /&gt;Consider a love marriage.. When the parent asks” how long have you been committed?”&lt;br /&gt;The answer will be “just a few months mom..” they would have actually been seeing each other for years together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;32-40 yrs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the funniest part of any person’s life. Consider this situation. The child will come up and show the report card, and parents will get annoyed seeing the marks. The most atrocious lie they ll say is,&lt;br /&gt;“Is this a mark? When I was studying in school, I always used to be the topper! I am highly disappointed in you!”.&lt;br /&gt;The child is so innocent that, the idea of cross checking with his grand father doesn’t occur to him. The parent would have been one of the most notorious and the dumbest kid! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;40-48 yrs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When a person reaches this milestone, it is very difficult for him/her to digest the fact that he/she is gonna look and feel old from then. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wife: How do I look in this outfit?&lt;br /&gt;Husband: you look ravishing.. Jus like how you were when we got married.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both of them know that it’s the worst lie. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man needs his son as a by runner when he plays cricket, but claims that he is training his son for the marathon!! :-P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;48-56 yrs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It so happens that, parents (once upon a time 20 yr olds) are always against love.&lt;br /&gt;They would have actually had a love marriage and would have told their children that it was a perfect, typical, traditional and horoscope matched arranged marriage! So, when their son confesses that he is in love... They ll react as if he were a part of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the al quaeda terrorist attack! :-P&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;56-64 yrs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the retirement period. In this modern world, everything reaches you at your doorstep, ahem.. including illness. So the docs and your children will restrict you from eating all the yummy stuff around you. Come on! My philosophy is “Live to eat!” :-P&lt;br /&gt;So there is nothing wrong in lying that “I never ate that croissant!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s it folks. I know that this post is not didactic. I am not a Dessek or harichandran’s grand son’s grand daughter to say that I don’t lie. All of us do. Let’s try to limit them. The truth is definitely a lot more *bitter* but safer. It’ll have only instant implications but perhaps a happier future. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-3440547378479406464?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3440547378479406464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=3440547378479406464' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/3440547378479406464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/3440547378479406464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/07/types-of-lies.html' title='Types of lies!'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-3551960597543418622</id><published>2007-07-08T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:01:07.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I' ve been Tagged !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sanjeev has tagged me.. So here it goes..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Pink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Food&lt;/strong&gt;: any homemade stuff is fine with me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Month: &lt;/strong&gt;January! You get plenty of national holidays! New year, pongal, republic day.. ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Song :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi&lt;/strong&gt; : lots of them.. especially “kya mujhe pyar hai” from Who lamhe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tamil:&lt;/strong&gt; Too many to mention here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enrique’s “Escape”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Movie&lt;/strong&gt;: hmmm.. check out my profile pls.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Sport: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;tennis, Football (I don play both.. but very interesting to watch!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Season&lt;/strong&gt;: monsoon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Day Of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; Friday !! it’s the time to disco!! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: &lt;/strong&gt;Chocolate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Time of Day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 CURRENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Calm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Clothes: &lt;/strong&gt;Blue shirt and black pant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Desktop:&lt;/strong&gt; My sis’ pic..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Toenail Color:&lt;/strong&gt; natural&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 1:56 pm IST&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Surroundings:&lt;/strong&gt; my bed, a wardrobe and a table.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Thoughts: &lt;/strong&gt;have to finish this tag asap and hit the sack.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 FIRSTS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;: first and still.. devika..my school mate from class 3 !! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Screen Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Swetha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Pet:&lt;/strong&gt; None&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Piercing:&lt;/strong&gt; Ear piercing.. on my first bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Movie: &lt;/strong&gt;ha ha! I don even remember the movie I saw last week! :-P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Cigarette:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t smoke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Drink:&lt;/strong&gt; Plain milk in the morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Car Ride:&lt;/strong&gt; Went to college with my friend .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Movie Seen:&lt;/strong&gt; Pirates of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/st1:place&gt;.. Saw it with my frnds(sat and pri).. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Phone Call:&lt;/strong&gt; spoke to a distant relative of mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Book Read: &lt;/strong&gt;Reading the pillars of the earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah.. many times! ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested:&lt;/strong&gt; No. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah once.. was among the audience though! :-D &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Lied:&lt;/strong&gt;  generally try not to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn’t Know:&lt;/strong&gt; Not yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing You Can Hear Right Now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Listening to “Show me the meaning.. (bsb)” and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some news reader announcing that TAJ has been listed in the new 7 wonders of the world!! WAH TAJ ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing You Can’t Live Without: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hmmm.. nothing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing You Do When You’re Bored: &lt;/strong&gt;movie, orkut and of course blogging ( hee hee.. started blogging yesterday only :-P)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 PLACES YOU’VE BEEN TODAY: &lt;/strong&gt;to the terrace. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sathya, Raji and devika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Black or White:&lt;/strong&gt; Black 2. &lt;strong&gt;Hot or Cold : &lt;/strong&gt;Cold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm.. should see all the wonders of the world!!  &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-3551960597543418622?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3551960597543418622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=3551960597543418622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/3551960597543418622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/3551960597543418622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-ve-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos; ve been Tagged !!'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-976871331654314929</id><published>2007-07-07T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:38:50.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!! had a funderful day!</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 2 months since we ve finished college. all my best buddies have already started working .. and u see.. they are all professionals right now.. so they get an off only during the weekends.. now don ask me, what the hell am doin.. am still waiting for my doj from the "Wretched IT company" ( i ve started hating the company even before joining).. I had a fantastic life at college.. and i can bet that any pass out from SSNCE will have the same feeling. All my "professional" friends were already complaining about their monotonous professional life, the tests during their training, the class room sessions, the attendance sheet, everything.. So we make it a point to meet during the weekends for sure. usually we hang out in some coffee shop or beach.. today, for a change, we decided to go to our coll ( to collect our mark sheets, blah blah) !! yippeee!!! the thought of going back to coll was itself  so refreshing.. it was very tough for me to wake up so early.. anyways got ready.. went to the bus stop very early.. My friend picked me up and had a fantastic journey to coll ( u should have asked me a year back.. hmmm.. probably 2 months back.. my answer would have been.." you are askin me about my journey to coll?? omg.. miserable.. bad roads...) but today.. those bad roads din matter to me anymore.. we reached coll pretty early.. met all my friends after a longggg time.. all of them were hugging and shaking hands.. it looked so different to me.. the very same people were running around the corridors, making fun of each other, celebrating bdays in a very strange but nice way.. hmmm.. it wont be the same anymore.. i wanted to see all my classmates, unfortunately, very few ppl turned up.. sigh..anyways.. i have a very very amzing circle of friends.. we are a gang of 6 people. so today from coll, we went to ascendas ( i pity my classmate who gave us a lift in her small car.. imagine.. 6 of us+the gal who gave us a lift+the poor driver.. hee hee.. my friend swa was sitting on the gear box!!! ),reached ascendas safely,without causing any damage to the car :-P, had yummy yummy "chocolate ice cream", then we all went to our friend pri's place.. hail our tamil nadu electricity board,donno how he knew that we were all gonna koothadichify at her place.. there was a power failure. but anyways, the power failure din matter to any  of us. we had a gr8 time! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-976871331654314929?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/976871331654314929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=976871331654314929' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/976871331654314929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/976871331654314929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-had-funderful-day.html' title='Wow!! had a funderful day!'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790530191428336895.post-6070717052915156153</id><published>2007-07-07T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T06:52:06.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am new to blogging!!</title><content type='html'>Hi all.. Am Swetha Venkatesh. Was always wondering why people are so much addicted to blogging. Now.. more than addiction, its a way to spend your time in a more useful way( and in my case.. am absolutely vetti right now.. thats y :-P )!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok!! lets get started! meet u all with my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8790530191428336895-6070717052915156153?l=swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6070717052915156153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8790530191428336895&amp;postID=6070717052915156153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/6070717052915156153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790530191428336895/posts/default/6070717052915156153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swethavenkatesh.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-new-to-blogging.html' title='Am new to blogging!!'/><author><name>Swetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15317246983972893897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
